My problem with sleep is the perchance to dream thing. As for the newby, my experience is that they show up when I'm not looking. No matter...sleep well, Amigo.
It is a worthwhile endeavor to ponder the significance & importance of one’s mattress, & yet it is something I’ve rarely done til recently…
Last year we purchased a dual adjustable bed out of necessity, because we both have differing health issues that require separate levels of contortion for sleeping. The goal is quite simply to sleep through the night & wake up still alive. It’s a low bar, but such is life, so to speak. Romance was not a factor in choosing the mattress, because comfort, non-sexual contortion capability, & waking up alive takes precedence now.
We just hit the 30 year anniversary mark last year, the same year the shit hit the fan for both of us healthwise, which we now refer to as “The Year Of The Invalids.” Instead of celebrating the past three decades, we celebrated our current success in still being alive to witness the destruction of our government & possibly the planet.
We are both very thankful for each other & beyond thankful that some of the sudden onset health issues have been mitigated. It sounds cliche, but we have learned our lesson in not taking our health or each other for granted, because circumstances can change in an instant, much like the cost of the prescriptions that keep you alive.
I like your perspective on your purchase of a mattress signifying hope & I am also shouting out your sister for her persistence. However, I now find myself at risk of falling into a tangential black hole regarding the significance of inheriting a generational mattress from one’s relatives, as a child. Which is why I find myself googling “When was the last incidence of bubonic plague?” (Don’t do it.)
Bonus: Because of your mattress lore? hypothesis? epiphany? henceforth I shall be able to use one of my favorite sayings, “Hope springs eternal,” as a double entendre if necessary.
When you are ready to share, we all need a little more information regarding your fresh paramour, if you please. Whether real or hypothetical, it is imperative that I not conflate the term “fresh paramour” with any testimony from the diddy trial. 😬
I get it. Truly. It’s the only bar. I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of simultaneous new health issues to appear at 53. I spent the whole year going to specialists. Some things have been resolved, some not. But I am still here & thankful for it, since we have a teenager to raise. I realize now that whether 53 or 82, everyday you wake up is something to be thankful for.
And because of it, I get to chat with you fine people. 😎
My problem with sleep is the perchance to dream thing. As for the newby, my experience is that they show up when I'm not looking. No matter...sleep well, Amigo.
I live it "I'm not done yet." YES, Don, hope indeed does (box)spring eternal! Ya' got a terrific sister it sounds like!
Very cozy.
It is a worthwhile endeavor to ponder the significance & importance of one’s mattress, & yet it is something I’ve rarely done til recently…
Last year we purchased a dual adjustable bed out of necessity, because we both have differing health issues that require separate levels of contortion for sleeping. The goal is quite simply to sleep through the night & wake up still alive. It’s a low bar, but such is life, so to speak. Romance was not a factor in choosing the mattress, because comfort, non-sexual contortion capability, & waking up alive takes precedence now.
We just hit the 30 year anniversary mark last year, the same year the shit hit the fan for both of us healthwise, which we now refer to as “The Year Of The Invalids.” Instead of celebrating the past three decades, we celebrated our current success in still being alive to witness the destruction of our government & possibly the planet.
We are both very thankful for each other & beyond thankful that some of the sudden onset health issues have been mitigated. It sounds cliche, but we have learned our lesson in not taking our health or each other for granted, because circumstances can change in an instant, much like the cost of the prescriptions that keep you alive.
I like your perspective on your purchase of a mattress signifying hope & I am also shouting out your sister for her persistence. However, I now find myself at risk of falling into a tangential black hole regarding the significance of inheriting a generational mattress from one’s relatives, as a child. Which is why I find myself googling “When was the last incidence of bubonic plague?” (Don’t do it.)
Bonus: Because of your mattress lore? hypothesis? epiphany? henceforth I shall be able to use one of my favorite sayings, “Hope springs eternal,” as a double entendre if necessary.
When you are ready to share, we all need a little more information regarding your fresh paramour, if you please. Whether real or hypothetical, it is imperative that I not conflate the term “fresh paramour” with any testimony from the diddy trial. 😬
At 82, waking up in the morning isn't such a low bar...
I get it. Truly. It’s the only bar. I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of simultaneous new health issues to appear at 53. I spent the whole year going to specialists. Some things have been resolved, some not. But I am still here & thankful for it, since we have a teenager to raise. I realize now that whether 53 or 82, everyday you wake up is something to be thankful for.
And because of it, I get to chat with you fine people. 😎
Nice scatter cushions/throw pillows as well
beautiful